Dreams

[Vicailde]

A young Sin'Dorei bent over his wife craddeling her lifeless body in his hands as he rocked slowly back and forth, tears streaming down his cheeks. His right cheek bleeding furiously from a freshly cut gouge, which he didn't seem to even notice as he sobbed in a spot light. Shadows surrounding him and moving closer towards him and his wife. Her swollen belly bleeding from the large sword sticking through her.

"I'm sorry... for your loss..." a kind voice said softly as a dark skinned young Sin'Dorei woman kneeled nexted to the rocking figure as he sobbed. She reached out her left hand and placed her fingers behind his jaw and ear as she placed her thumb on his right cheek and slowly moved it back. Blood smeared across his cheek but as her thumb moved the gouge turned into an aged scar. The young Sin'Dorei man blinked his green eyes, the tears continuing to stream down his face as he looked up at this newcomer.

The dark skinned Sin'Dorei woman moved forward slowly. "...but it's time to move on.. Vic." she kissed his lips softly and he felt himself fall backwards as she leaned forward and he landed sharply into a large field of roses, his teeth gritted as he looked up at Ninorra.

His bare skin cried out in pain as the thorns cut his back and legs deeply, blood oozed down the flower disappearing into their scarlet color. Ninorra began to move over him and his fingers twitched as he was unsure what to do. His tears continuing to roll down his cheeks.

She reached out and ran her fingers down his face slowly and lightly, his skin began to age with her touch and his hair begain to gray and his tears dried. He took a slow unsteady breath watching as she danced ontop of him in an odd fashion her fingers moving across him and aging him slowly. He swallowed and adjusted beneath her.

A large thorn suddenly dug into his side as he moved and he gritted his teeth once more as he felt himself sinking into the sharp roses, his hand reached up slowly. His eyes sad as he began to watch Ninorra begin to fade from view, just out of reach of his hand.

Vicailde shut his eyes tightly and paused for a moment as the thorns continued to pull him down, the wounds on his back begginning to bleed more as her figure blurred and began to disappear from view.

"..Nn....Niiinna!" Vicailde cried out and thrust his hand forward to grab her shoulder and it solidified around underneath his hand. The roses began to wrap around his other arm and tugged it roughly. they began to pull his arm forcablly downward, the thorns cutting his arm.

Vicailde's grip on Ninorra's shoulder loosened and began to sleep. "I can't... I'm not.. strong enough." he grunted in frustration as his fingers began to slip away from her shoulder. His eyes looked up at hers and her happy look began to fade to that of disappointment and sadness.

"gkh..." Vicailde's fingers dug into her shoulder. "n..no.. Niina!" He cried out as he forced his other hand upward sharply the roses breaking around it but shredding his skin. His bloody hand gripped her other shoulders tightly, his fingers threatening to slip as he pulled himself painfully out of the roses and her smile slowly grew back on her face as he shrugged off the last sharp thorn.

He panted heavily as he lay in a pool of roses and his own crimson blood. Her body began to dance over his once more as her hand moved slowly up his torso, the wounds from the roses healing into scaras before she gripped his shoulders lightly.

"..Nina... you're.. so good to me.... I'm a fool to.." He swalloed roughly as another thorn jabbed him forcably in the side. "Dwell on the past when there's some extrodinary person right here.. right now."

Ninorra leaned foward slowly her hair wrapping around him as she kissed him softly once more.

Vicailde's eyes softened against the kiss and he closed his eyes and released. He allowed his body to fall back into the roses as he wrapped his arms around her.

The field exploded around him and his back was met by the cool feeeling of grass. Ninorra slowly lifting her head up and smiled happily as Lilly pedals floated down around them.

Vicailde stared into her eyes for a moment. "..I love you Ninorra."

~~~~

The sky faded to white cieling and Ninorra moved up beside Vicailde as he blinked away the remaining sleepiness from his eyes and she placed a hand on his chest, running it idely along one of his many scars.

"...any pleasant dreams this morning, love?" Ninorra asked softly.

"hmm... yes..." Vicailde smiled sleepily before turning onto his side for a moment to kiss her cheek and roll back into his previous position. "...very pleasant."

"So a different dream than usual, then?" Ninorra grinned, playfully at him.

Vicailde smirks sleepily and wrap his arms around her. He stretches his arms by hugging her tightly for a moment. "...maybe." He laughs sleepily, kissing her cheek once more knowing that last night was the last time he would dream of his first wife and that dreadful night several decades ago.

[Ninorra]

((Very beautiful.))

[Vicailde]

Your dreams might be clouded, or dark, or bright. Tonight they are interrupted by something else entirely.

He is huge, something monstrous, with horns and wings. He wears armor that looked as if it were forged by the finest craftsmen in the universe, and his eyes bore through you with both hatred and disgust.

All around you, there is fire. In the distance, you see walking figures.. but the Nathrezim before you doesn't allow time for curious looks.

"It is sad.." he says with a clenched grin, his teeth like a shark's. "You can not have what it is you truly desire."

The demon rakes his claws downwards, tearing a hole in the fabric of reality. In this hole, you can see yourself and Ninorra. In your arms, you're holding something..

A child, with red eyes.

You look so young.

"Isn't that what you want, elf?" The Nathrezim says casually. "It is not so far out of your reach. There is much I can do, if you will do just one thing for me..."

He waves his hands, and tears again. The picture changes to that of a young man with long red hair. He is laying nude in bed, and a woman with red eyes and black hair is sitting beside him. Without hesitation, Tirdisar sits up and kisses Ninorra.

"..kill him."

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Vicailde hands gripped tightly and his eyes lowered to the ground and he closed his eyes slowly trying to focus on his heartbeat.

"...your offer is... 'generous'.." Vicailde began before looking up at the demon's eyes in a stubborn glare. "But I will fix this myself and by showing me this you have done nothing more than harm any chance you might have had at me killing Tirdisar or asking him to remove the barrier now that I know the demons true intentions." the grin on his older face is coy and his stare is unwavering into the demon's eyes.

[Ninorra]

The Nathrezim let go of Vicailde's dream.

Beside him, an eredar named Vixyr chuckled. "I told you he wouldn't do it. The old elf is too proud to put up with the likes of you. I think you should just give up."

There was an instant where the greater demon would have liked to break upen Vixyr's skull, but instead he smiled. Taking ahold of Vicailde's consciousness one more time, he spoke darkly into his mind.

"..very well then, Sin'dorei; but remember this.

"Even with your inventions, you are not long for this world. I can wait."

[Vicailde]

Vicailde grunted as his dreams shifted uneasily and he looked up to the demon, once more.

"I am well aware and I look forward to ripping you apart when I do and I'll do all that I can to make sure..." Vicailde laughed lightly. "...you'll never get Ninorra."

[Ninorra]

Ninorra watched as Vicailde's eyes moved beneath his eyelids. Bits of green light peeked between his silver eyelashes, which she looked at with envy. Licking her bottom lip, a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach gave her thoughts. She was feeling weak. She forced herself to stop consuming the souls of others, for fear that it might change her.. but she needed something, that much was clear.

How easy it would be to kiss his mouth and drain him dry. He wouldn't mind, he loved her. Despite the pain, he'd gladly allow her to feed from him..

"No," she murmured quietly, turning away from him in their large bed. She shuddered at the thought of what she had nearly done. Hadn't she come close to killing him, before?

"No. I'll find another way.."

[Vicailde]

"Now before you disturb my sleep again or try something else.." Vicailde murmured removing a dagger from no where and shoving it quickly into his belly.

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Vicailde sat up sharply in the bed with a snort and he placed a hand on his head murmuring to himself before quickly grabbing a pad and pencil he kept next to his bed and quickly began to write.